Nothing makes me want to disappear 
As when someone opens their mouth 

It’s just my luck 
I get hit by a car 
While carrying a cake 

Dripping cherries 
Onto pavement 
Bride and groom on my face 

I’m not there like a ghost ship in a storm 

It only figures 
That I’d ride my bike 
Into wet cement 

And as I’m sinkin’ 
The last thing that I think 
Is did I pay my rent 

I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm